Well now. I just started playing Baldur's Gate 2 again. It's kinda refreshing really, considering I've played the game through 28 times now. Yes, 28. This was one of the absolute pleasures of my teenage years. Baldur's Gate 1's great too, but 2's my game. It's an old friend, something I can always return to. It's refreshing, really, to not remember everything absolutely any more (though I still can recite every narration and piece of voice acting from memory, and actually do so for the nostalgia kicks during cutscenes).
So this might sound weird, but... well, I hope it won't be Baldur's Gate 3. I mean, I can very well agree that it will be a good game, a great game even. I can agree that it could, objectively, be better than the ones before. And yet I know that no matter how good it will be, it can't be the game I'm hoping it would be, what with the nostalgia and all. It's a petty thing, it is, but I can't help but know my old grognardiness will be nagging all the way through. Sad, but that's the way it is.